This feeling was familiar.

Alone in the ground where a quartz soldier was meant to form, Gembone came to life, slowly, surely, blissfully unaware of all that surrounded them. In their slumber, faint memories passed by - the sound of thundering footsteps, the warmth of a star in the sky, the rush of water at their feet. The stillness of the ground was alien, but they knew not of it. Amid their slumber, the malformed quartz gem, tainted with the remains of organic life, continued to form, larger than any quartz soldier before them.

The memories began to grow darker, still. Smokey skies. Frozen floor. The chill seemed to run through their very being, jolting them awake.

No light, no life.

This was oh so very wrong. Panic in their heart, they clawed at the earth with blind desperation, the kind that overcame one in fear of their life. Why where they here?  They were dead, yet they were alive. They were a hunter, yet they were prey. What had happened? The earth below them crumbled away and they flinched in surprise at sun above them, for it was not the sun they knew - far older, far wiser, no longer hidden behind the ash. They looked up at it, blinking. The world was far too small, too primitive, yet too advance. They cried out for help, but nobody came, for sound would not come. They were confused, oh so very confused. Nervously they glanced about, taking in their surroundings through reptilian eyes, looking for something, anything else, that was familiar. Their gaze fixed on a small white being among a group.

Group, good. Safety in numbers. Finally, a familiar sight, a familiar thought.

Torn between the instinct to walk on all fours and stand on both feet, the giant gave a sort of lumbering gait towards the colourful group, pouncing on the aforementioned white gem. 

So many questions, of so many questions. They tried to speak them all at once, but two vastly different tongues seemed to tug and tie upon each other, dying in their throat - all that came out was a quizzical chirp, followed by a whimper and an apologetic dip of their head. They felt many eyes upon them, and were frozen in fear, forgetting to get off the poor creature they so readily flung themself at.